Ye Qingci's face was flushed with embarrassment, burying it against Jian Shichu's shoulder, not daring to lift her head.
Jian Shichu chuckled and cursed, saying to them, "Isn't this enough? If it is, then hurry up and get lost."
"How could that be?" Yi Hui said. "This is just the beginning! The first game, Seventh Brother performed quite well. For the second game, we'll look to my sister-in-law!"
Jian Shichu playfully scolded, "Enough is enough, alright? Whatever it is, just aim it at me. Tossing your antics onto my wife—sure, I can't say much today, but maybe you should consider the future."
Yi Hui shouted, "Seventh Brother, that's so unfair! Who gets married without some bridal games? And now you're threatening us—way too much!"
"What if I am threatening you? So what?" Jian Shichu glanced at him. "Figure it out yourself!"
Typically, if he glared at them, Yi Hui and the others would be scared.
But today was different.
